I mean really bawling loud. I didn’t seem to care if I could be heard or not. There was a pain inside me that reminded me of the pain I’d felt when I found out my dad had died. I tried to breathe, but couldn’t as the pain came out of my mouth like the wail of a thousand banshees.
“Jacquelyn! Nooooooooooo!”
The phone fell from my hands with a clatter as I reached up and pressed my fingers to my eyes to try to keep the tears inside.
“Jacquelyyyyyyyyynnnnnn!”
It was the pain, which had no name.
I asked myself while I wailed, “Why did Jacquelyn have to come into my life? Why, why, why?”
The door to the pantry opened and there, silhouetted by the kitchen light was Micah, my grandparent’s personal chef and my friend.